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laufire · 3 years

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Supernatural s5

I finished it a little while ago, but I haven’t had the time to make an involved post about it -or watch that much of s6 yet; I’m trying to be Resposible and the time I have has been spent in advancing fics a little bit or answering short asks lol.

-I have really enjoyed this season for the most part, but there’s something I need to get of my chest LOL: all through it, the song “Too Many Dicks (On The Dance Floor)” played in my head xDD. Like, listen, I knew what I was signing up for with this show!! I didn’t expect NOT to find it offensive or regressive on multiple occasions!! But I guess s3-4 must have spoiled me lmao. I’m not saying those seasons are the height of feminism, but if you removed its most important female characters, ESPECIALLY Ruby, the plot of the season would fall apart. That’s not something you can say for s5 and preventing the Apocalypse, just sayin’.

It wouldn’t’ve been that hard to expand Meg’s, Anna’s or the Harvelle’s part (they had good material to go there -Meg as the faithful possibly opening her eyes, Anna as the betrayed and the juror jury and executioner, the Harvelles as normal hunters fighting something way too big for them-, but barely any time and like I said, no incidence in the actual plot of the season). Hell, I’m biased but bringing back Ruby would’ve at least taken care of the problem lol. Or if the show had indulged me and kept Bellamy Young as Lucifer, at least. But everyone with a real say in the plot is a dude, or at least wearing one as a vessel (angel’s conception of gender is clearly different from humans, but in terms of ~~representation the results are the same lbr).

-My constant frustrations with Supernatural’s bigotry-related stuff lol, like I said, I really enjoyed the season (that combination is one of the most frustrating things about the show lmao). Especially Castiel’s plot. The guy has reached Potential Hall of Faves status and that’s hum. A Problem xD

But seriously, he was breaking my heart in all the best ways. His search for God (the Absent Father that the show specifically compared to John añsldkfjasf. This show ISTG!!), his disappointment and sense of betrayal at being let down (he called God Himself “son of a bitch”!!!). I was especially fascinated by his Endverse version -that AU will have its own section lol-, although it resulted in making me reaaaally nervous whenever he was close to an addictive substance :). Like yes, those scenes were lowkey humourous and adorable (like when he drinks shots with the Harvelles and Ellen is fascinated and Jo delighted -... lowkey shipping this too btw. Lowkey shipping Castiel with lots of people-, or his combo with Sam when he got drunk), but also, you know, WORRYING xD

Some of my favourite scenes of his were, predictably, his interactions with Meg or Lucifer in 5x10. The Megstiel scene was SUPER HOT (both their voices are very unf-y lol), I can’t wait to edit it. And having Lucifer call Castiel “a peculiar thing” sure was something xD (although lbr, this Lucifer isn’t keeping with his rebel angel reputation, Castiel is carrying that all by himself smh).

Another scene I couldn’t get out of my head if I wanted to is when he uhhhh... completely LOSES IT and starts beating the crap out of Dean when he was ready to give it up to Michael. “I gave everything for you, and this is what you give me?!?” ooooooof. It was hard to watch, and fascinating and intense. I shamelessly loved it lmfao.

Though my favourite moment of his is one that can only be appreciated when you know certain things about s6. It’s the scene where, unlike everyone else, he shows appreciation for Sam’s plan of sacrificing himself to get rid of Lucifer. Because yes, at this point it’s the only thing that can save the world. But Castiel isn’t saying, “Sam’s life is a small price to pay in comparison”, because he will go into s6 and snatch Sam out of the cage immediately. s5 established Sam got out, so with that in mind, he didn’t bring it up because he didn’t want to create false hope in case he failed, but he backed the plan with the intention of saving Sam anyway. I love that. I love him.

-The entire season was Missing Ruby Hours for me lmfao. Like I said, some of the problems in the season wrt female characters would’ve been at the very least lessened if she’d gotten to be here wrecking havoc. But generally I just miss her and What Could Have Been with her here. I enjoyed some of the crumbs (Sam using the witchcraft skillz he learned from her! Sam immediately knowing Meg isn’t Ruby, unlike Dean! Her knife! The ARCHANGEL GABRIEL referencing her as “the demon Sam chose over his brother”!! The callbacks with Crowley or Brady!!), but I would’ve wanted her here, dammit xD.

-Aaaaand we’re finally getting to Sam, who is without a doubt the star of the season, if you ask me. His plan at the end, to let Lucifer possess him in the hopes he can fight back for just long enough to overpower him and throw them both into the cage, with no hopes for himself? This is the kind of Big Damn Hero stunt I’m a sucker for, I won’t lie. And I love that the show felt the need to confirm he was still alive at the end of the season hehe.

He really Went Through It this season and he held on lmfao. On top of everything (the apocalypse, the guilt of being its final trigger, the addiction recovery, etc.), he also had to deal with Dean’s usual bullshit, which is no small feat xDD. Like, sure, from an audience stand-point all those things are interesting (some fave/the fuck moments are when Dean is obviously peeved that Bobby still supports Sam because he wanted Bobby in HIS corner, or when he has the nerve to say he wants to say yes to Michael because he doesn’t trust SAM not to say yes to Lucifer lmfaoooo), BUT IT’S STILL A FEAT XD

One note: for all the talk about bi!Dean, bi!Sam is so SEEN this season xDD. AFAIC he totally hooked up with that bartender Paul (RIP Paul. At least in your last moments you enjoyed Sam, who’s clearly an energetic, attentive lover 😔). And Crowley refers to Brady as Sam’s demon ex-boyfriend and nobody bats and eye lmfao (that story is so angsty... the parallels to Ruby, how he ingratiated himself with Sam by pretending to have fallen off the wagon... ouch).

-I have mixed feelings on Crowley. On his own, I fell absolutely in love with the guy on his first appearance. A demon that DOUBTS Lucifer and doesn’t kiss his ass?? That wants to get rid of him and do his own thing?? And clearly enjoys ~earthly pleasures to the fullest (his complains about how the other demons ate his tailor had me rolling laksjdfa)? The way he turned the tables on Brady? OFC I love him. OTOH boy, does it annoy me knowing that fandom GLADLY embraced him when they condemned characters like Bela or Ruby for similar things. It’s not his fault so I still like him (he’s like Gabriel in that sense), but it’s annoying!

It also annoys me how Dean Must Be Right All The Time syndrome interacts with him lol. This season Dean decides they can trust Crowley (despite Crowley killing two humans in front of him and getting him beat up by Brady lol), so they can. Next season he decides they can’t, so Castiel will be WrongTM because Dean Says So. Ugggggh xD

-To be fair, however, this season has my fave Dean so far LOL. In the love/hate scale, this one has been almost solely in camp love, barring some of those moments of irksome hypocrisy that he’s so prone to xD.

But there was something about how this season’s plot chipped away at him, you know? For all the traits he has that drive me up the wall or unsettle me, I appreciate a lot of his personality because it makes him a unique and interesting character driving the narrative -his irreverence, his ability to think on the fly and get out of shitty situations, his disbelief. Seeing all of those things under siege this season made me hurt for him in a way I hadn’t anticipated LOL. By the time he was ready to give in to Michael (and I love that what made him step away from that choice was Sam showing a trust in him he patently didn’t deserve lbr), sometimes I felt terribly for the guy.

I also wonder if this season kind of marked like... the beginning of the end for him, narrative-wise? Making him Michael’s vessel (his angel condom) is the kind of thing that turns him from subject into object, and that can doom characters ime. The fact that he ~resigns himself to Sam’s death when his identity as a character came with being His Brother’s Keeper is another slight.

-I continue having mixed feelings about Destiel too LMAO. I’ve decided I’m just going to try to enjoy the good and interesting parts while I can, while trying not to think of future developments that’ll likely sour the ship for me lol.

Because in truth, yeah, I enjoy their interactions a lot here! The Endverse was particularly enjoyable for me (back to that in a moment), but the entire season had a lot of gems. That moment in the finale, when Dean is wounded on his knees after Sam sacrifices himself, and Castiel resurrects and heals him with a touch? And Dean is staring in awe and asks him if he’s become God?? Like wtf am I supposed to do with that. WHO SAYS THAT. XDD

-The Endverse. Omgggggggg. The Endverse. I doubt I can say anything about it that hasn’t been said a thousand times, but seriously. I loooove it, all of it. My favourite was endverse!Castiel, ofc. The way he was in No Man’s Land, not an angel and not quite a human, his ways of trying to cope with that, how burned he was... I uncomfortably related to some of it too lmfao, but let’s not get into that xD.

Seeing both Deans interact was gr10 too. They really couldn’t stand each other lmfao (do you understand me now Dean?? They actually reminded me of two OCs in an original WIP of mine that are in a similar situation -in this case it’s the future version purposefully traveling to the past though-, which made me even fonder of the AU). And the Destiel? *chef’s kiss*. The bitterness, like when Castiel laughs when present!Dean berates endverse!Dean about the tortures and then purposefully says “I like past you” to hurt him asñldkfjasf. Or those looks when Dean returns to the past and tells Castiel to “never change” d’aw.

I loved Lucifer!Sam in this episode too (and personally, I think in the finale Lucifer -and Michael- should’ve changed his outfit too. Sam’s clothes just don’t get to The Devil’s levels, but that white suit was perfect). He was terrifying xD.

BTW: I’ve decided that, since we never see endverse!Castiel die, well. He didn’t xD. I could see Lucifer keeping him alive and captive out of a sense of nostalgia, as Castiel is the only other thing close to a fellow angel left. Might even decide to return his powers with time, or to ~entice him with such an offer lol. And ofc I headcanon Sam is still inside, occasionally trying to fight. Cue in all the Castiel/Lucifer and Castiel/Sam fic ideas too (I have waaaaay too many of those for this mini-verse. It’s very inspiring).

-I’m still on the fence at Lucifer’s motivations but I can’t question how the family issues fit so, so well into this ‘verse. “Family is hell” is the show’s thesis, after all xD. IMO the angels in general don’t feel like a family, they’re a military body/cult lol, but the Archangels are another matter. I guess is the whole “only four angels have seen God-slash-Dad” thing, the rest were... well, the help, apparently.

But Lucifer, Michael, and Gabriel do feel like brothers when they interact (I’m guessing here Gabriel is the Adam: discarded by the other two like nothing :)))). Raphael too, but since he doesn’t interact with them... does he get to later? Or is he the odd one out? Did the others avoid him because he kept quoting Nietzsche at dinner?? LOL.

-There are no words to explain how terribly I feel for Adam. JFC that poor KID. Who was kind and helpful and intuitive, and only wanted his mother back and to help stop the end of the world. And that Sam and Dean will leave rotting in Hell for a millennia :))). It’s kiiiiiiiiind of hard to do for your show’s “heroes” when they do shit like that lmfao. It’d be different if they never tried to make him feel he’s family, but Sam tried to convince him with the bs “because we’re blood” and they did a half-baked attempt at saving him from Zacharias, and then... yeah. At least he had Michael in the cage, but still.

-I was already spoiled of this, but the reveal that cupids made John and Mary fall in love is so chilling (good on Dean for punching that cupid asshole, btw). It puts what Mary says about John in flashbacks, about how much she loves him and how perfect he is, in such a terrifying light. And I’m under the impression that the show didn’t bother to deal with this properly when they resurrected Mary and just... I hate that tbh. It’s a narrative choice that should have a huuuge impact, dammit.

-I kind of loved how bitter and angry Bobby was about (temporarily, thanks to Crowley, his new demon bf -watch out Rufus) ending up in a wheelchair. That there were no platitudes or false sentimentality and it just... was.

-The Harvelles’ had a good send off. I can respect Kripke for wanting his faves to go on his terms lol. Having Jo refuse Dean’s offer of a fuck on their possible last night on Earth with “I rather spent it with a little thing I have self-respect”? Not because she doesn’t have feelings for him, but because she thinks she deserves better from him? I love it. This guy knows his pettiness xD

-The fact that this fandom seems to have ignored Gabriel x Kali is one of the reasons I’m never going to vibe with it, sns. Immortal exes? Check. She tricked him and killed him... but then it turns out HE tricked and he’s alive? Check. BUT THEN HE STILL GOES BACK AND SAVES HER, DYING BY HIS BROTHER’S HAND?? CHECK CHECK CHECK. Ugh, why can’t they come back to me. I know, I know, Kali is a WoC and those are only allowed one (1) appearance before they’re killed off, apparently. So it might be a good thing that she doesn’t return xD. But gosh, they were gr10.

-Death the Horseman’s intro cleared my skin. I love him. I love how utterly terrifying he is and how chilling his and Dean’s scene was. And I yearn to find a picture of the guy a little younger and with a goatee, because he’s the most perfect Discworld’s Vetinari fancast I’ve ever found xDD

-I’ve seen tons of commentary over the years, and especially lately for obvious reasons, about how this season finale would’ve been a much better ending for the show. I’m not there yet, and it does sound like the finale was a mess and this one’s was a very well constructed episode (and, ofc, the Final Love Interest was NOT blurry!!). But even if by the end I come to loathe the finale, there’s one reason I already know won’t let me agree on the s5 ending being perfect: God xDD

The episode makes Chuck come across as a ~benevolent figure and no, fuck that, do NOT want, take it away from me!! Give me God as the Big Bad Wolf, the last evil to conquer any day. It’s like Dumbledore all over again: I enjoy the character a lot more if I feel canon and I are on the same page wrt his shadiness xDD

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thephantomofthe-internet · 5 years

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Charming Man

Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 5, 618

Warnings: Cursing, Unwanted Male Advances

Author’s Note: I hit 2K!!! I had no idea I would ever get to such a milestone, much less in such a short amount of time! Thank you to everyone whose joined me on this tour of an ocean of flavor!

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Steve Harrington was a nuisance. He didn’t know when to quit. If he asked you one more question about the stupid Wham! album, you were going to scream. But there you, with your big, fake smile that made the corners of your mouth hurt, nodding along to whatever Harrington was droning on about. You thought he was still contemplating the choice between the single and the whole record. He had made some comment about only needing the song Careless Whisper off the record and the salesgirl in you had tried to up sell him, suggesting buying the cassette and the single, to ensure that he didn’t need both. It was a terrible idea-singles were in essence, an awful to buy, but so was buying both the full cassette and the single, since it would cost twice as much than just buying the record. But you believed Harrington was just dumb enough to fall for the scheme. You’d gotten smarter boys to buy more than they needed. Last week, you’d been able to convince Keith to buy singles of a bunch of your favourite songs, purely because he was shamelessly trying to impress you. He failed to do so, but you might be getting a mix tape out of it, which wouldn’t be terrible. You collected mix tapes, especially mix tapes about broken hearts or first love. You planned to make an art installation with them, but for now they sat in a shoe box under your passenger seat.

“So, you think I should get the cassette and the single on record?” Steve asked, drawing you out of your thoughts. Your smile dropped slightly, trying to piece together what he was talking about.

You found it fast, nodding too enthusiastically “Yeah! I mean, between you and me, it’s a better deal...” you said, keeping your voice low as if it was a big secret what you were telling him.

“Is it?” Steve asked, crossing his arms over his chest, the record and tape still in hand, each poking out on either side of him. You stifled a yawn, nodding again. You’d been there since seven that morning and the mall was closing in an hour. You were beyond exhausted, but Tiffany Michaels called in sick, again, and so you had to cover again.

“Yeah!” you let your cheery tone fall away a bit, hoping the irritation slipping through would give him the hint to clear off. This interaction had been going on for a half hour now. It had started with him asking for record suggestions, which you took to mean ‘tell me the albums the popular hits on the radio are coming from’ and pattered off the top selling records from memory. You’d sold more copies of Madonna’s Like a Virgin in the past week than you could possibly keep track of, purely because people wanted the album with Material Girl or Like a Virgin or Into the Groove on it. Steve had gotten unsurprisingly interested in the album with Careless Whisper on it, as did most horn dog, wannabe players who came strutting into your store. You were more than happy to sell him the record and get on with your shift, but he wasn’t letting that happen.

“Cause, the full record’s like eight bucks.” He held up the tape “But the tape’s like six, plus three bucks for the single that’s like nine bucks, that’s more than the record.” He grinned, placing the tape on top of the single, handing them back to you as if they were yours.

You felt your face colour, in part because he’d taught you in your lie, but in part because he seemed genuinely proud of that mental math. “You’re...you’re right. I wasn’t thinking, sorry ‘bout that.” You said easily, shrugging as you placed the single back on the shelf and the tape into the plastic shopping basket on your arm. He’d caught you shelving tapes in the easy listening section half an hour ago and you weren’t allowed to shelf while talking to a customer, meaning you were forced to lug them around with you as Steve wandered, asking questions. And those things were heavy all lumped together! There had to be at least a hundred copies of Kate Bush’s Running Uphill and Whitney Houston’s Whitney Houston in your stupid basket!

“It’s cool, no biggie...I think I’ll just get the single, come back for the record if I like the song enough.” He decided with a small nod.

You grit your teeth. You wanted to scream about how singles were a waste of money and how you’d make no money on commission for that. Instead, you nodded “Great! If you just head to the counter, Michelle can check you. Enjoy your record!” you said, turning on your heel and practically rushing out of the stereo accessory section he’d dragged you to. You only had forty minutes to shelf all the tapes on your arm, or else you’d have to stay passed close to do it, which both your closing manager and you would hate.

“Hey, uh wait!” he called, chasing after you. You let out a small sigh, turning back with a painful smile. “I was sort of wondering, well maybe if you’d wanna maybe go out this weekend? They’re showing Dawn of the Dead at the theatre, I’ve heard it pretty good...” he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, eyes drifting to the ceiling instead to yours.

Your brows furrowed. You weren’t expecting this from him. But, of course, he was not the first boy to ask you out while you were at work. It was a distressingly common theme. You assumed that guys liked that you had to be nice to them, or that they didn’t realize that you had to be nice and assumed that you were flirting. “Oh...um I’m working this weekend...” you said, shuffling on your feet. Most of the time, when guys ask you out at work, they seemed so confident and cocky, it was easy to reject them. But Steve looked genuinely nervous and you couldn’t place why.

Steve’s smirk only grew, he leaned in closer, trapping you against a rack of blank tapes “Aw come on, have a little fun, come out with me instead.” He said. You’d heard this shtick before, Billy Hargrove had tried it on you just a couple weeks prior. Having it come from Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington, made you want to puke. Because you knew exactly where he’d been. With Billy, it was unclear; lots of girls lied about what they did and didn’t do with that boy. But everyone knew who did what with Harrington. You weren’t too interested in being put on a list.

“Yeah, I actually need the money so…no.” you replied, pushing out from under his arm and away from him. Steve stumbled back, shocked and a little mortified by how you’d reacted to his flirting.

Steve’s head dropped, his gaze focusing on his scuffed converse before he looked at you again “Yeah...yeah no that’s cool, no biggie. Some other time then...” he said awkwardly, brushing the singular strand of brown hair from his face. You didn’t say anything, what were you supposed to say? That you thought he was a douche and had zero interest in doing anything with him? That kind of language could get you fired. And you needed this job, you desperately needed a car for next year.

“I’ll see you around?” Steve tried awkwardly, his smile turning into a frown fast as you didn’t respond.

“Yeah sure.” You nodded “I gotta go shelf this stuff before the mall closes.” You headed back towards the easy listening section, trying not to cringe at the awkward interaction you’d just experienced. It was so very awkward! It was more fun to reject assholes who treated you like a well dressed object to leer and gawk at. Sam Goody didn’t have uniforms per say, simply a dress code to uphold; it was encouraged to look cool, hip, and young. As long as your shoes were black sneakers, your hair wasn’t fully in your face, and you could see your bottoms under your tiny apron, you were good. Which meant you chose your clothes carefully. Generally, you went with a patterned button down, which you could pop as many or as few buttons on as you want. That meant that you could be remembered by your male and female customers alike could either remember you by your name or as the chick with the great tits. It worked well.

But it also meant that guys like Steve Harrington talked to your chest.

And it was weird for Steve to talk to your chest! Especially since you and Steve had never had a conversation. Like ever. If you weren’t wearing a nametag, you’d be utterly shocked that he knew your name. Because he was the proverbial king of Hawkins and you were a nobody. Well, a nobody until someone wanted to use your employee discount. Then, suddenly you were the most popular girl in school. Hell, you should’ve gotten a job sooner, maybe you would’ve had a date to the spring formal last year.

Steve did buy the single. Even though he hated singles. Who wanted to listen to one song over and over again? Even if it had a B-side, it wasn’t worth the price. He bought it, he made sure to say that you helped him, and then he left. The mall was closing down, save the movie theatre, and he wanted to get home as soon as possible. That was so embarrassing. He didn’t even know why he tried, it wasn’t as if she had any pretence to him. All the other girls he’d been hitting on that summer were his age, they knew him and his style. They also knew about the most humiliating moment in his life, a lot of them were even there to experience it second hand. But you had only the rumours of his dickish tendencies to go off of. That wasn’t enough for anyone to work with.

But stupid Dustin had gotten it in his head that he had to get a girl, that Robin was the right girl. But Robin wasn’t the right girl, no way in hell. So he went in harder on trying to get a date. Every girl his age got hit on, he’d nearly got his ass beat by Justin Gardner after hitting on his girlfriend in front of him, but how was he supposed to know Justin was dating? Justin was a benchwarmer who couldn’t get a date if he paid them in school. Now suddenly he could get a hottie? Unbelievable.

It didn’t help that Dustin had a girlfriend now. And yes, it was embarrassing that Steve was jealous of a thirteen year old for having a girlfriend, he would never admit it out loud. But even though he didn’t believe that Suzie actually existed, it was slightly annoying that his dorky little friend could get a girlfriend and he couldn’t. He used to be able to get any girl he wanted! What happened? Did Nancy spread a rumour about him that he hadn’t heard yet? Was it because he lost a fight to both Billy Hargrove and Jonathan Byers? Or was it because he wasn’t going to college in the fall?

He was almost certain it was because he wasn’t going to school in the fall.

That and the dorky sailor outfit he had to wear at Scoops Ahoy!

The dumb Dixie cup hat and sailor shirt were totally throwing off his game. That’s why he was looking forward to going to the mall that day, out of uniform, to scope babes. He didn’t have much success, but he was a little bit excited to see you out of uniform. He’d seen you about a dozen times, all while you were at work, leaned over the counter, sometimes chewing on the end of a pen, sometimes laughing with coworkers or customers. You always looked so...well beautiful. He had to see it up close. And you just a beautiful up close, but it was obvious that you were uncomfortable too. Still, you were cute. He wished that you were a year older, that you already had all the context to his life. But what could he do? He wasn’t going back in there, not with you wandering around with your judgy eyes. It would be humiliating.

And he was already humiliating himself enough that summer.

You finished shelving the tapes in record time, mostly because the shop was empty and Michelle was thoroughly annoyed by your usual slow closes. You wanted to do a good job with your work and not rush the job, whereas Michelle just wanted to leave as fast as possible. After Sean, your least threatening manager, locked up the shop, the three of you all headed towards the exit. You rode your bike to work, since your mother almost never lent you the family car, but at night you felt less and less comfortable riding home. Sometimes Sean would offer you a ride, but ever since he and Michelle started hooking up, the rides got less and less frequent and when they did happen, Sean would spend the whole time complaining about the ambiguity of his relationship with Michelle. You didn’t take the rides home too often anymore. Not that one would be offered tonight, Michelle had latched herself onto his arm and had nuzzled so deep into his neck that you wondered if she could even see where she was going.

“You want a ride, Y/N?” Sean called as you exited into the parking lot. Sean’s burgundy pickup truck was parked so close to the doors and your legs were so tired. But taking the ride home meant that you’d either have to sit next to them on the front seat or in the trunk part with your bike. And neither option sounded too much better than peddling home.

“Nah, thanks though, I’d rather ride home.” You said with a smile, heading over to the bike racks and pulling the key out from around your neck and off your head, jabbing it into the padlock and clicking the lock open, wrapping the chain around the neck of your bike.

“You sure? It’s pretty dark already...” Sean replied, looking around the desolate parking lot, more concerned than he really needed to be.

“Baby, she said she’s fine.” Michelle said, resting a hand on his chest. Sean didn’t argue passed that and you turned on your bright bike light, swinging your leg over the seat and propped your foot on the peddle, pushing off.

You sped home, making it back to your house in record time. Your mother had left you a note by the door, explaining that she’d taken your younger sister to ballet class and she’d be home late. You crumpled up the note paper, tossing it into the waste paper bin by the powder room door, climbing the stairs and heading into the bathroom, turning on the hot water in your tub and letting it start to fill up. You were rifling through the pile of magazines next to your bed, trying to find the latest issue of cosmo you’d nicked from the corner store just a couple days ago.

Across town, Steve was hiding in his room. His father had ripped him a new one. Again. Turns out, his sailor suit was still laughable a month in to him having to wear it. He still wasn’t over the fact that Steve hadn’t gotten into college and he couldn’t get a better job than ice cream scooper part time. His standards of jobs in Hawkins was a bit too high, in Steve’s opinion. Still, his degrading of him at every turn was getting exhausting. He flopped on his mattress pitifully.

“This whole summer has been a nightmare…” you both muttered, you as you slipped into the steamy water, Steve as he kicked off his thick white socks.

Working at Sam Goody had many perks, like not having a stupid uniform and not smelling like spoiled food all the time, but you spent your time surrounded by assholes. You wanted to meet one nice guy. One guy who didn’t leer down your top and talk to your tits, who didn’t smirk at you or call you ‘baby’, ‘sugar’, or ‘honey’. Just one descent guy who’d treat you like a person instead of a sex doll. God, you would’ve said yes to Harrington if you weren’t working, at least at first. Once he pulled the macho, ‘I know you want me baby’ shit you were out completely. But for a second, when he was rambling on about Dawn of the Dead, you felt like you could stomach a night out or two with him

Meanwhile, Steve just wanted to feel like himself again. His whole last year of high school had been hell on his confidence. First, Nancy dumps him, then Billy Hargrove takes over his team and steals all his friends, then he didn’t get into college, and then Scoops Ahoy? It was all too much. He’d never felt like a loser in his life. He used to be liked, he used to be popular. And yeah, being popular didn’t really matter anymore, but for one last summer before everything changed on him, he wanted to be someone again. Just for a minute. And maybe that’s why he was acting like such an asshole. Because he needed some control over his life. He wished he could’ve gotten in under control when he was talking to the pretty girl in the record store, he made himself into such a douche. That wasn’t who he was, but she didn’t know that. God, he wanted to curl up into a ball and die.

You turned your head up to the ceiling, letting your sweaty neck stick to the cold tile behind your head. You didn’t want to go to work the next day, at least you had the morning shift. Tracey Lords would hopefully make into her shift that day. She hated opening shifts, so the pair of you often traded. You’d still have to stay behind if you got a bit of a rush, which you were expecting. Tomorrow was Friday, when the buses filled with the townies from the neighbouring towns and cities, all coming to bask in the free A/C and glorious shopping experiences. You hated Fridays, they always brought in the worst types of people, mostly shoplifters, who totally ruined your sales for the week. You vowed to stop stealing magazines from the Pick n’ Save after you saw your commission rates plummet after last Friday and a terrible group of greedy kids stole up your section.

Steve really didn’t want to go to the mall at all the next day, if only because he didn’t want to see you in his stupid sailor and hat, walking around like the geek of the week. He just wanted to hide away every shift. But the malls back hallways didn’t lead to any bathrooms, so he was forced to wander the mall like an idiot every time he needed to alleviate himself. He didn’t want you to see him like that. His confidence was already so low, he didn’t need to crumble up what was left of it.

Steve fell asleep that night with dreams of a face, undefined beyond a set of eyes, a nose, and a wide smile. No matter what he said in the dream, the person, a girl his dream decided for him, just smiled and laughed. The eyes were so deep and wide, they took up most of his memory of the dream, although he couldn’t even really place the colour of them, just that they looked at him so lovingly. The way he longed for someone to look at him. He woke up the next morning still in his sailor suit, with the eyes following him to work.

Across town, you woke up from a deep, dreamless sleep. You woke up well rested for the first time in weeks, it was as though someone slipped a sleeping pill in your bath water the night before and it sent you crashing into the pillow with your whole body ready and willing to sleep. You went into work happier than ever, high on the endorphins a good night’s sleep gave you.

Both you and Steve left for work at the exact same time that morning, unaware of your paths even crossing. You headed upstairs to meet Toby, who had the keys to unlock the store, and set to work straightening up the shop and opening your register for the day. Kim Rein sauntered in twenty minutes late, fifteen minutes before the mall opened and you tried not to give her too much side eye. Steve started his own open a level below, restocking cones and cups and filling his soap and sanitizer buckets under the counter.

Once the mall opened, you suffered through four hours of stupid people with stupid questions about terrible albums. You sold three copies of Kate Bush’s Running Uphill, which was an accomplishment for you, since her last album was the only popular due to the hilariously weird Wuthering Heights. You were bored by two in the afternoon, when Toby finally sent you on break. All you wanted was a damn Orange Julius and you’d pay any amount for one.

Likewise, Steve was very much over his shift around the same time when Robin finally agreed to let him go on his damn break. He just needed to get out of the stupid shop. He was going to go to the cheap vending machine, the one by the cafeteria bathrooms, to get a can of Coke. Both of you headed into the shopping mall, trying to avoid anyone you knew.

Unfortunately, you ran directly into Tommy Hanson.

Tommy Hanson was an asshole and a bully. He didn’t know how to treat anyone decently. He stepped all over people. Was it any wonder that Carol broke up with him at least twice a year? It just so happened that Carol dumped him during the summer.

And now he was standing in front of you, blocking your way to the sweet, sweet Orange Julius.

“Y/N, baby, looking foxy as always.” He said, running his tongue over his upper lip. He’d stolen that look from Billy Hargrove and it didn’t work for either of them.

“Tommy.” You replied, skirting passed him and into the short line, keeping your eyes on the board above the shop.

“Why you rushing off, baby?” he asked, following behind you “I just wanna talk for a second…” you didn’t reply, ignoring him as best you could. ”You’re stunning, you know that? Absolutely gorgeous…” his eyes ran over your body like a tongue; his gaze was thick and hot, it made you want to cringe and pull away.

“Thank you.” You said shortly, getting to the front of the line and ordering quickly.

“What’d you say we go into the back, fool around for a bit?” he asked in your ear. You grimaced, glaring at him before moving out of the way for the next person.

“Don’t make me puke, Hanson.” You snapped, grabbing your blended drink from the poor server having to watch the scene going on between you and Tommy.

“Aw come on, don’t be such a bitch, Y/N.” Tommy whined, grabbing your drink from your hands “You know you want to...”

You reached for your drink, but Tommy just pulled it away. God, he was such a damn child. “Tommy, give me back my drink.” You said sternly.

“Come with me, I’ll give it back when we’re done, you’ll need it more then anyway.” He replied cheekily.

Steve saw this scene going down from the vending machine. He contemplated going over there when Tommy first walked over; he knew that the guy had gotten pretty scummy since he started hanging out with Billy. But when he starting grabbing things from you and taunting you, Steve couldn’t help but go over there.

“Dude,” Steve said, grabbing the drink out of Tommy’s hand, hovering over him. “You wanna try to get a decent personality?”

You looked between the pair of them, trying to decide if you could run off while they were arguing. But you paid good money for that drink and you really wanted it. You realized quickly that Tommy wasn’t going to let this go, and you really couldn’t stand the kid as is. You made your move fast.

“Steve!” you gasped with a shrill giggle “There you are!” you walked over to him, taking the drink he offered shyly and wrapping an arm around his waist. “So are you gonna take me out this weekend or not?” you asked, batting your eyelashes up at him. Steve looked utterly startled, but he didn’t react poorly.

“Course, darling...” he cooed. Steve could’ve died; you made such a disgusted face at the nickname he would’ve happily melted into the tile and be mopped up by Larry the janitor. But you didn’t pull your arm away.

“Walk me back to work?” You asked sweetly. Steve nodded, not trusting himself to not say anything embarrassing. You waved to Tommy, letting Steve lead you away from him, taking a long sip from your drink. It was already melting, but it was still sweet and cold, so you didn’t mind. And Steve had helped you out, although somewhat unwillingly, which was certainly an improvement.

Steve looked back only once, but the look on Tommy’s face was priceless. He looked so annoyed and more than a little broken up about his snatching away of you. His ego hadn’t been this inflated since October of last year. He felt like he was on cloud nine, like he was finally himself again. And even when you let him go, he still felt good about himself.

“Thanks for the help, Harrington.” You bit out once you were far enough away from Tommy.

“Sure, no problem. You want me to walk you back upstairs or are you good?” Steve asked, cracking his can of New Coke. He didn’t love New Coke, but it was all the vending machine was serving and he was just desperate enough to drink it.

You sighed “No I’m alright, I’m still on break, so I’m just gonna go hide somewhere.”

“You can hide at Scoops.” Steve blurted. He mentally kicked himself in the ass, it was such a stupid idea. The upstairs stores had break rooms, you didn’t need to hide with him.

You raised an eyebrow, watching him carefully. Steve swallowed, finishing the thought “The place is busy enough as is and if Tommy walks in, well he already thinks something is happened with...us, he won’t try anything else.”

“Won��t your boss get mad if I’m in there, not eating ice cream?” you asked.

“Oh he’s never here. Me and Robin have keys so we switch between opening and closing. You’re totally good.” Steve explained, scuffing the toe of his shoe into the ground, making a black mark on the white and teal tiles.

“Robin...like Robin Buckley?” you asked, stopping dead in the middle of the hall.

“I think that’s her last name?” Steve replied, scrunching up his face in thought.

“Oh I can’t. She hates me. My friend Tammy told everyone in our sophomore year history class that she was weird and avoided her for like a month. I didn’t do shit, but you know, loyalties and shit.” You explained, running your hands through your hair, slightly embarrassed by the memory.

Steve thought for a moment, an idea slowly coming into view. “She won’t even know that you’re there, come on!” he said, grabbing your hand and dragging you off. You gasped, laughing as you ran to keep up with him.

Steve dragged you through the back halls and rooms leading behind the shops. You hadn’t been through the lower level’s back halls and they were much more expansive that the upstairs halls. The whole space still felt eerie, but much cooler than the upper level. Steve pulled you into one of the rooms and you spotted the nautical theming of the shop. Steve rushed and shut a divider themed with dark wood and glass bricks.

“There, she won’t know that you’re here and you can hide from Tommy. Easy.” Steve said proudly, hopping up on the ledge.

“Can’t she hear you talking to someone?” you chuckled, pulling out the awful plastic folding chair and sitting down.

“Eh, we’re busy enough for her to not notice or care. Probably think I’m talking to myself or something.”

You leaned back in your chair, letting the front legs of the chair raise into the air as you crossed your arms over your chest. “You talk to yourself a lot, Harrington?” you asked cheekily.

Steve shrugged “Only when I’m really trying to break something down.” He replied. You were surprised and a little refreshed by the honesty. You didn’t expect him to be honest with you; you expected him to lie or try to pull some cool line. It was nice that he wasn’t trying so hard.

“What about you? I bet you’re the stone silent type, keeping it all inside.” Steve added, leaning his elbows on his knees.

“You’re not wrong...” you grinned, cocking your head to the side. You let the front legs drop back down to the ground with a tinny smack, your arms unfurling themselves to balance yourself. “But I sing to myself all the time.”

Steve’s grin turned lopsided and you wondered what exactly what was going through his head. “Really?” he asked.

“Yeah...I find it calming. It helps me to focus my mind, sometimes it just a singular line of a song, over and over again until I get whatever I’m trying to do done.”

“Doing a lot of singing nowadays?”

You sighed “Pretty much...you doing a lot of talking?”

“All I do is talk now.”

You nodded to yourself, forcing the chair to turn towards Steve and centring yourself on it, resting your arms on your knees and looking up at him. “Alright, what’s happening with you?” you asked.

Steve turned away slightly “Ah geez...I mean haven’t you heard? I’m like the only guy who didn’t get into any colleges. I’m stuck here for another year, working and trying to get my shit together.” He ran his fingers angrily through his hair, ripping at the strands as if they hurt him personally.

“I mean...that fucking sucks. But you’ll be okay.” You replied “I mean, look on the bright side, you have another year to be something else.”

“What do you mean?” Steve asked, furrowing his brow.

“You get a fresh start in a world you already know. You don’t have to be the jerk everyone in school knew you as. And you don’t have to mope around either. You can just be...you.” You smiled to yourself over that answer. Steve had given you a hard puzzle to solve, and while you couldn’t solve it for him, you were glad to have an answer at all.

Steve chuckled, although he wasn’t sure why, nor did you. “Oh yeah? And who is me?” he asked.

You shrugged “I have no idea. I don’t think most people do.”

Steve’s expression changed to one you couldn’t read. He nodded to himself, leaning back onto the glass. He let out a deep sigh “Honestly? I don’t even know anymore...” That wasn’t a shock to you, but you didn’t say that out loud. Steve cracked a smirk “Who did you think I was?”

“Oh...I have no idea.” You leaned back in your chair, letting out a big breath “I didn’t really know you, just your reputation. I only knew the bad stuff, which made you seem like an asshole.”

Steve’s smile dropped and he looked away “Yeah...you aren’t the only one who thinks that...” he admitted sadly.

“But...I mean I didn’t have any proof till yesterday. That guy was a real asshole.” Steve’s face dropped further, but you didn’t try ease the blow you’d just sent him.

“Yeah...I’m sorry ‘bout that.” He muttered, looking up to finally meet your eye.

You nodded, sighing softly “It’s alright, no biggie. I get it now.” You said.

Steve found a small smile again “What do you think of this guy?” he asked, unashamed of the slightly embarrassing question.

You placed a finger on your chin, raising your eyes to the ceiling to truly think. “Hmm...I think I like this guy better.”

Steve smirked “Yeah?” he hopped off the ledge, inching towards you. You didn’t move, watching him stalk over to you.

“Just a little...” you pinched your finger and thumb together, showing an inch in between. “I’d like you more if you wore normal clothes.” Steve rolled his eyes, his hands coming cautiously to your face, pulling it up to kiss you. You didn’t resist his grab, easing yourself out of the chair, shoving your hands into your back pockets.

“Alright, what the hell is going on in there?!?!” The divider slammed against its sleeve violently and Steve snapped his head around. Robin was staring at you incredulously. She looked more than a little furious, but it melted away when you met her eye.

“Oh god, really dingus? Her?” Robin scoffed. Steve merely shrugged, turning his attention back to you without a word.

“You mind shutting the divider, Buckley?” you asked “Harrington’s a bit busy...” you grabbed his fake tie, pulling his lips to yours, the sound of the divider slapping shut the only sound left in the room.

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shiroslefttesticle · 6 years

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Doll, you have been waiting for like a month now and it is finally here! Hopefully it was worth the wait!

Lance

Lance is a musical boy

He totally knows how to play guitar

And he actually has a pretty good singing voice

Though he usually has fun dramatically singing out of key on purpose

So one day you’re chilling in your room, strumming and singing along and Lance walks in

He probably was gonna ask you for some help with sparring

He only gets to hear you for a few seconds before you screech at him

“WhY dIdN’T yOu KnOcK!”

The boy is too stunned to even respond but when he does, he’s so excited!!

Why didn’t you tell him you could sing and play???

Now all he wants to do is show off his rad guitar skills

Be prepared to be serenaded

You know that video of the principal being followed around by a mariachi band? Yeah that’s basically gonna be your life for the next few days

Please join in with his ridiculous antics

He would be so thrilled if you just strummed with him, you don’t even have to sing

Of course, he won’t make you sing in front of the other paladins if you don’t want to (even if he really wants to show you off)

He’d be happy with you playing when it's just you and him in your rooms

Once you open up about it and aren’t so shy around him, he’ll teach you a few songs from when he was a kid

Most of them are in Spanish and, assuming you don’t speak Spanish, he helps you with your pronunciation and because of it, you pick up a few Spanish phrases

They’re kind of like nursery rhymes equivalent to ‘You are my Sunshine’ or ‘The Itsy Bitsy Spider’ but he gets so happy when you play them

If you actually write a song for him???

Error: Lance.exe has stopped working

It could only be 15 seconds long for all he cares, he’s just so so happy

Say you sing it to him after he gets back from a particularly hard mission

He probably cries

God he loves you so much

Keith

As much as I would love to shitpost and say Texas!Keith can yodel, I can’t do that to him

If you guys want to imagine him doing that though, I’m certainly not going to stop you

Y’all know that he had to learn how to square dance at some point in his childhood though

Keith has never been good with instruments, he has a hard time reading the notes

But he can definitely appreciate good music when he hears it

He doesn’t even realize it’s you singing at first

He’s just kind of in his own thoughts and all “Oh hey, this music’s pretty good.”

Then it dawns on him

Pidge hasn’t built a music radio (as far as he knows anyway)

So where’s it coming from???

Boy has to investigate

He’s pretty good at being stealthy so you don’t notice him until you finish

Now you’re thoroughly flustered

“You’re really good.”

It’s simple but you know it’s sincere

And he’s got this cute little smile on his face

He gets so relaxed when he hears you sing

Sometimes he’ll just lean back and close his eyes and listen to you play

You think he falls asleep so you stop playing after a bit and he immediately peeks his eyes open

“Why’d you stop?”

Please sing to him whenever he returns from BoM missions

He needs it

He kinda likes the idea of this being something just between you two so he wouldn’t mind if you were so shy your audience was limited only to him (and sometimes the mice)

You get him to sing with you one day

He’s redder than a tomato and his voice is so quiet you can hardly hear him

But he’s good

Not spectacular by any means but definitely not bad

He’s so flustered and he swears to never do it again

If you had a particularly bad day though you might be able to egg him into humming for you

Very rarely you can get him to sing

And when he does, you’re sworn to secrecy

He would rather die than let Lance know he sings

Shiro

In between missions, in an effort to boost morale, Allura had everyone participate in a talent show

The original paladins decided to do a group performance

Ie Lance decided to force them all to do a group performance

You opted to be a judge with Allura

Their performance was one of the funniest trainwrecks you’ve ever witnessed

Lance had almost* everyone doing choreography and there was some singing

Almost* because Keith just kind of lazily moved his arms when he was supposed to dance

Anyway, the show is how you know Shiro can sing

“You’re Welcome” anyone???

It’s not like he’s hiding the fact that he can, and will, sing, it’s just that it’s not really something that comes up often

So when he hears you singing?

His reaction is kind of adorable

He gets that soft smile on his face and his eyes are all tender

“I didn’t know you could sing”

You flush at getting caught

Which Shiro thinks is insanely cute

Lowkey you’re just killing him atm

He understands if you don’t like singing in front of people but he can’t help but joke around

“If you sang at our talent show, we wouldn’t have lost to the mice”

Chances are if you do sing around Shiro, you’re doing it when you two are alone

While Shiro loves hearing you sing, you’re gonna love it more

Because Shiro will sing with you 97% of the time

His voice is just??? I’m swooning thinking about it

He’ll probably try dancing with you too and that’s cute af

I love him so much

He loves when you sing, he thinks you sound stunning and it allows him to be himself for a bit and not just ‘the leader of voltron’

Pidge

Pidge was never overly into music

She went to maybe three concerts back on Earth with Matt

one of those was definitely for a boyband when she was like 10

And she had a go-to playlist of fairly mellow music to play when studying

But other than that, yeah she never really paid attention to music or the talent or hard work it takes to be even mediocre at it, let alone good

That changes when she finds out you can sing

She doesn’t actually hear you singing

She was just rummaging through your room (with your permission of course) looking for spare parts when she found your instrument

Babe you never told her about this?

She kind of just plops down in front of you and looks at you expectantly

Y/n: “Uh? Can I help you?”

Pidge: “Are you gonna sing or what?”

Look she’s just very blunt alright

She’s kind of stubborn so if you clam up and refuse to sing, she’ll probably try insisting a couple more times but she’ll back off after the third or fourth ‘no’

Even though you won’t sing/play for her, she goes out of her way to learn a little bit about music

Not how to actually play an instrument or anything, Pidge could never do that

Actually, she can play Chopsticks on the piano but that’s it

She just kind of learns about the different genres and how they came about and what effect they had

Lance was her teacher for this and it was wild but she really does end up learning a lot

She’s got a new appreciation for music

A little while passes before she brings up your music again

Not in the pestering way she did the first time, it’s more of an offhand thought

“So like, will I ever hear you sing?”

She’s just curious

She really wants to hear it

I’m thinking that when you finally do play something for her, it has the same vibe as “A Shitty Gay Song About You” by Ezra

At first, she’s just thinking you’re playing a cute little love song

But then she realizes it’s about you and her

She doesn’t even know how to react

She’s so happy but so flustered

How to Break Pidge 101

Matt

Matt can play the piano

Moderately well, he’s not out here busting out concertos or anything wild

So he knows how hard it can be to play an instrument

So anyone who can? He’s lowkey in awe

He’s such a big dork about music

Really about everything tbh

He will shamelessly belt out a tune at any appropriate time

Especially just to embarrass Pidge

Not a bad singer tbh

He sings cheesy 80s pop music

Matt probably already knew you were shy about singing before he even knew you could play an instrument

Just from all of the times he tried getting you to sing with him and you would blush and say no

He went to your room to grab something for you one day

He couldn’t find it right away though and so he had to rummage through a few things

That’s how he found your instrument

He’s excited!!

He immediately brings your instrument to you

Completely forgets to also bring what he was originally supposed to

You two are completely alone in the hangar, working on upgrading some of the emergency pods

So after a minute of him giving you puppy dog eyes, you pick up your instrument and play…

Never Gonna Give You Up

Look in order to be with this dork, you have to be just as dorky if not more so

He’s torn between laughing and crying and just being so in love with you

After the initial “Babe did you just rickroll me in space?” reaction, you bet your ass he joins in with you

Pidge probably walked in without either of you noticing and took a video of it

She thinks of sharing it with literally everyone you’ve met but she’s not that cruel

She does send it to Matt though and he cherishes it so much

Matt probably tries to play your instrument sometimes

He’s terrible at it and so you start giving him lessons

It’s one of his favorite things to do with you now

At some point, Matt is going to joke about starting a family band or something

He gets these dorky starry eyes anytime he hears you sing

He just thinks you’re incredible ok?

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sebseyesandbuckysthighs · 6 years

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Love is For Children (2/2)

summary: You’re a former mercenary turned Avenger who joins the team after fighting, and defeating, each member that tried to recruit you. You’re confident in your abilities and even challenge the man formerly known as the Winter Soldier. A battle of egos ensues and it’s Bucky that fights to get your attention but you’re a professional and won’t fall easy for his charm.

pairing: bucky x reader wc: 4832 (sorry???) a/n: Oh hello again. Don’t mind me, just thought I’d pop in for a bit to confirm that I’m still living and also here’s part 2 of a fic I posted over a year ago!

More importantly, I want to dedicate this fic to one of the most amazing ladies I know and a true friend, @avengerofyourheart Today is her birthday and if you know Anika then you know just how kind and sweet and absolutely brilliant she is. I met her through tumblr a few years ago and she remains to be an important person in my life. She’s never given up on me and she continues to be the most supportive and caring friend I’ve ever had. So if you haven’t already, please head over to her blog and leave some love for her! ❤

tl;dr I’m still a pleb but not dead and Anika is the birthday girl! 🎉🎂

ALSO the song mentioned at a certain point in the story is Ariana Grande’s ‘Dangerous Woman.’

READ PART ONE HERE

~previously~

“I think you’ve met your match, Buck.”

“Real smooth, Barnes.”

Bucky ignored them and turned to lay flat on his back again. He shut his eyes and pictured you on top of him, looking down with an innocent smile and that devilish glint in your eyes.

“You okay there, Bucky?” Steve asked, humor in his tone.

“I think I’m in love.” He sighed whimsically and the three men laughed together.

You were alone in the kitchen waiting for the machine to finish brewing your favorite blend of coffee. The Compound would be hosting it's annual charity event tonight and although you weren't typically into the whole 'formal attire' scene, knowing that it was all for a good cause made you happy to attend. Still, these parties usually lasted well into the early morning hours, so you felt the need to be as caffeinated as possible. The smell of fresh coffee seemed to act as a beacon and called the attention of a few like-minded individuals the second the pot was done.

Clint and Tony were a blur as they rushed in, barely acknowledging that you were even in the room. You laughed them off, though, thankful that you had the foresight to make enough for at least 10 servings and surprised that they managed to leave enough for maybe two. You were tempted to take the rest for herself when Bucky strolled in. He was dressed casually in his typical everyday outfit, and as annoying as he was, at least he was easy on the eyes. His grey v-neck tee was sheer enough that you could see the dog tags resting on his chest and dark wash jeans hugged those thick thighs so affectionately. It was a good look, but clearly not what he would be wearing for tonight. You were in a bit of state yourself since you were in the process of getting ready when the need for caffeine interrupted. Fresh out of the shower with your hair wrapped in a soft towel, damp strands sticking out in random spots, and wearing nothing underneath your light robe. You were definitely a sight to see. Bucky took a brief pause to groan appreciatively at your appearance before preparing his own mug.

“You gonna save me a dance tonight, doll?” he asked, watching you from the corner of his eye.

You stuck out your bottom lip in mock disappointment. "Aw, isn't that sweet? Not a chance in hell, darling."

"We'll see about that, Y/N." He took a sip of his coffee as he leaned back against the counter.

As silence fell over the room Bucky took the time to shamelessly look over your figure more intently. His eyes leisurely trailed up your exposed legs, lingering on your thighs. His mind flooded with images of having them wrapped around his waist, holding you tightly against him while he ravaged your lips, neck and chest. Yo u were both always so brazen when it came to checking each other out. Not the slightest bit ashamed or embarrassed because you liked the attention. You let him stare a bit longer before clearing your throat and directing his eyes away from your chest and back to your face.

Once you had his attention, you started scanning the room thoughtfully for a moment. “I count 16 in this room,” you announced. “19 if I wanted to get a little creative.”

Bucky smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. “Bare hands?” he asked. You mimicked his stance and said, “First on the list, as always.”

“Then I make 21,” he countered. “24 if I want to get my hands dirty. Which I always do.” You watched him pull his bottom lip between his teeth, a habit that made most women want to fall at his feet.

Too bad for him you were not most women, but that didn’t stop you from having a little fun. You made a show of swaying your hips as you stepped up to him, getting close enough to trace your fingers along his shirt collar and toying with the bit of chest hair that peaked through. "Tryna impress a girl, huh Barnes?"

"Mmhm,” he hummed. “Is it working, doll?” He smiled as he thought over his list for you. If it were possible to die from multiple orgasms, would that really be such a terrible thing?

You noticed the dark glint in his eyes and decided to push him just that little bit further. Standing on your toes, you leaned forward until your breath tickled against his lips. His eyes fell shut and nostrils flared as he breathed in your sweet scent and sighed. You were surprised that he actually managed to respect your 'no touching' rule this time. Even though he was clearly struggling his hands remained at his side clutched tightly into fists.

Satisfied with his reaction you smacked his chest and pushed him out of your way. “Nope! Sorry, Buck. Better luck next time. Have fun tonight, though.” You scurried off trying to contain your laughter when you saw the indignant look cast over his face.

This was the type of relationship you had forged with Bucky ever since you moved in. Threatening each other, fighting over dominance and playing silly games, like counting how many objects you could kill each other with in any given room. That was all it was, though, a game and nothing more. It had to be. So you ignored the warmth in your belly and increased thumping in your chest as you reached your room to get ready for the night. Unaware that Bucky was feeling the same while also trying to readjust himself in pants that felt just a little bit tighter now.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hours later, you were sitting at the bar of the Compound's large party room drinking from a glass of punch. Compromising your senses in a crowd was never appealing to you, so you rarely drank in public, but you still enjoyed the atmosphere. The active bodies on the dance floor moving together to a loud beat, everyone with a drink in their hand, and all inhibitions left at coat check.

You listened to your friends share stories that wouldn't typically be brought up if they were sober. Like the mission where Steve, Nat, and Clint had an unfortunate run-in with leeches and were forced to strip themselves of their uniforms. The rest of the team waited to rendezvous at the jet for almost an hour, but all impatience was forgotten when they saw them finally approaching. Completely naked. Natasha had taken possession of Steve's shield to cover herself while the two men cupped themselves protectively. The group howled with laughter and you almost choked on your drink when Steve’s face turned a deep shade of red at the memory.

As the night progressed, it seemed like every five minutes a different man would approach you with an invitation to show you a 'good' time. Judging by their liquor-soaked breath and clumsy advances you severely doubted it and shot each of them down. After an hour of this you noticed that there was one man that had yet to make his usual attempt at seducing you.

Bucky was at the other end of the bar with a positively beautiful woman keeping him company. She was clearly having a hard time deciding which part of him to keep her hands on. The muscles in her arms strained as she kept pulling at him, a definite indicator that she wanted him to take her somewhere less crowded. But he wasn't budging. Bucky's attention was focused on you from the minute she walked up to him. Your eyes locked in a silent battle to see who would blink first.

“Mhm,” someone murmured as they stood next to you. “Can't take your eyes off Barnes, huh?”

You didn't even as you took a sip of your drink. “Take a break, Wilson.”

“When are you gonna admit it, Y/N?" Sam's inquiry was met with a stony silence, so he continued. "It’s obvious you have feelings for tall, dark, and dumb over there.” He nodded towards Bucky.

You abandoned the staring contest to glare at the man beside you instead. “We’ve been over this, Sam. I’m a professional, I don’t do feelings. Especially feelings for Barnes.”

“Uh-huh." He rolled his eyes and you narrowed yours.

Lately, Sam and even Steve were in the habit of calling out your friendship with Bucky, trying to turn it into something more. You dismissed them outright. Not ready or willing to accept that even you started to notice a change. Sure, it was fun messing around with the brunette super soldier, turning him into a drooling mess of lust and temptation while you walked away unaffected. Except that last bit was happening less frequently now and, concerning as it was, you chose to ignore it.

While you were trying to figure out a way to dodge Sam's judgment, the next song started playing over the speakers giving you a wicked idea. It was certainly fitting for the moment and also might help you prove a point.

Sam instantly recognized the mischievous sparkle in your eyes and sighed. “Just be careful, Y/N. He's an old man. Don't go giving him a heart attack.” He paused, thinking to himself for a moment. “On second thought, you go girl!”

You rolled your eyes at Sam and stepped away from the bar, striding towards the dance floor. The golden silk dress trailed behind you as the large slit coming up your left leg showcased your thigh almost up to your hipbone. The supple curve of your breasts peaking over the neckline was practically modest in comparison to your completely exposed back. The loose material draped just below the small of your back, calling more attention to your round backside. Even before you turned to face him, you knew Bucky had his eyes trained on you the entire time.

As the song played you started dancing provocatively to the beat. Hips swiveling as your hands roamed up and down your body before reaching into your hair to play with the loose tendrils. You crooked your finger towards Bucky and motioned for him to come closer. He didn't give it a second thought as he broke away from the other woman and began his journey over.

Strutting towards you with such purpose and ferocity, you almost couldn't tell whether he was coming to ravish you or murder you. The way his dark hair framed his face casting a shadow over his lust-crazed eyes added to that predatory effect. He had abandoned his suit jacket early on, leaving him in just the crisp white dress shirt with the cuffs rolled up to show off his impressive forearms. One muscular flesh, the other shining metal, both distracting and enticing as hell.

You turned your back to him as he closed in and it wasn't long before his warm arm was wrapped around your midsection pulling you to his chest as you started dancing together. Cool metal fingers trailed up your arm and moved your hair aside exposing your neck to him.

“You looked a little jealous there, doll.” His voice was low and gravelly, lips barely making contact at that sensitive spot below your ear.

You placed one hand on his and lifted the other to hold the back of his neck. “Oh I don't get jealous, sweetheart. I'm just proving a point.”

“Mmm, and what's that?” Whatever it was, he liked where this was going.

“That you're willing to drop everything the second I wave a finger just so you can get your hands on me for a minute. You got it bad, Barnes.”

He chuckled softly. “Maybe I do,” he whispered in your ear, sending an unexpected chill up your spine. “You’re an incredible woman, Y/N. You’re smart. Strong. Can take care of yourself in a fight. And you’re fucking beautiful. You got me going crazy, doll. I can’t get my mind off you.” He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and held you tighter.

Maybe it was the low timber of his voice or his metal hand gripping firmly on your exposed thigh, but suddenly you felt your skin prickle with heat. His hips followed the languid rhythm you set and you loved how comfortable and strong his thighs felt behind yours. His hard chest pressed against your exposed back, the buttons of his shirt practically digging into your flesh from the friction. You moved your hand into his hair and started pawing at his scalp, tugging on the soft strands. A deep growl reverberated through his chest and traveled straight down to your core.

What he said, the way he moved and the sounds he made, it was all making you feel lightheaded. You had to bite down on your lip to stop yourself from whimpering when a devastating roll of his hips had your ass grinding against his hardening length. Being so lost in the moment, in his touch, you forgot what point you were trying to make in the first place. You needed to walk away from this.

Somehow you managed to compose yourself enough to escape his embrace and back away from him, smiling softly when you saw yet another dazed look on his face. “Well I guess I saved a dance for you after all. Don't say I never do anything for you, Buck.” You didn't look back as you left, pretending that your arousal hadn't just soaked through your lingerie.

“Fuck,” Bucky groaned as he watched you saunter away. Your hips swayed just as they did against him seconds ago, leaving him with only a throbbing ache pushing against his briefs as a reminder. “She's gotta stop doing that.”

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It was 3am and even though the guests were gone, the team didn't want the party to end just yet. After changing out of their formal wear, everyone gathered in the lounge to continue the fun. Nothing too scandalous, just a couple of drinks and some games amongst friends. How the hell it ended up turning into an arm wrestling contest was beyond you.

Clint was paired with Sam, who was drunkenly boasting about his inevitable victory against the archer. Their friendly rivalry was made all the more hilarious when they were drunk off their asses. Seconds after the match began, Sam was pinned and Clint was flailing his arms and legs like a giddy child as he celebrated. Natasha took the rest of his drink away immediately.

“Slick move, Barton. Getting your girl to throw me off like that.” Sam pouted, claiming that Nat purposely distracted him. Steve had to take away Sam’s beer when he started arguing that blinking rhymes with winking, so she was obviously flirting with him.

“Don't try to pin this on her, Wilson." Clint objected. His voice sounded a little scratchy and he could barely keep his eyes open. "What do you think I shoot arrows with all day, huh? My feet?” He started showing off his muscular forearms and biceps in a series of ridiculous poses. “Now if this was a contest to see who could break a watermelon with their legs, you'd take that one easy, buddy.”

Sam considered his words for a minute before smiling lazily, nodding in agreement. “You're right about that. I do have some great thighs.” He started rubbing his legs and praising them for being so thick and perfect.

The group laughed at the pair of drunken aviary Avengers as they stumbled away from the table. Tony was declaring the matches and after a brief chat with Natasha, he called out the next pair.

“Alright, we have a theory that needs testing. Barnes. Y/N.” He clapped his hands on the flat surface. “You're up!”

“What?! But I thought I was sup–"

“My God, Rogers!" Tony interrupted, turning to face the now pouting Captain. "Must you and the tin man do everything together? Could you just share him for a minute? I'm sure Y/N won't steal him away from you.”

“No promises,” Bucky said, blowing a kiss towards you and making you stick your tongue out at him.

“Sit your ass down, Buck. And keep your pretty mouth shut for everyone's sake.” You tried to sound serious, but your smile said otherwise.

Once seated, you both made a show of stretching out your muscles before putting your elbows on the table. Bucky was about to make a comment that was sure to have your skin crawling but you stopped him. “I don't think so, pal. I want the other one.” You pointed towards his left arm instead.

He quirked an eyebrow, but still switched arms. The light reflected off the metal plates when he flexed and waved his fingers at you. “You sure about this, doll? I know you’re tough, but c’mon, you don’t stand a chance here. I don't wanna hurt you, baby girl. Unless you're into that sorta thing.” His suggestive wink and smug tone only solidified your resolve.

“Oh I love it when you sweet talk me, baby." You rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand. "Let's do this, Barnes. You're going down.”

He smirked and pulled you in a little closer, the soft whir of the metal plates vibrated against your palm. “On you, maybe later. First I got a match to win.”

You choked back a gasp, quickly disguising it as laughter and hoping that it would distract him from the sudden blush that filled your cheeks.

“Okay lovebirds,” Tony clasped his hands over yours and Bucky’s. “The second I let go of your fists, the match begins. We don't frown upon cheap tricks here, but just don't be a whiner like Wilson.” Tony repeated the rules, ignored Sam's slurred insults, and checked to make sure you were both ready.

Without breaking eye contact you nodded your heads and confirmed that you heard him. Stark let a few more seconds pass to build suspense before finally pulling away. The second he did, you lunged forward and crashed your lips against Bucky's. The unexpected contact caught him completely off guard and while your lips were connected, you pinned his arm. Your lips lingered on his for a moment longer before you pulled away and met your victory with a series of whistling and applause.

Bucky sat motionless. Staring at you wide-eyed and speechless, trying to process what just happened as the group congratulated you on a clean win. His lips were still tingling from your kiss. This was something he'd fantasized about for weeks but never expected for it to happen like that. Game or not, he couldn't deny that there was something more behind your motive.

He needed to pull himself together before anyone called him out, so he donned his signature grin and congratulated you. “Well played, Y/N.”

“Element of surprise, doll,” you jeered, proud of yourself for pulling it off.

After Tony was done cursing Bucky under his breath, he paid Natasha for losing their little bet and moved on to face off against Steve. You watched for a minute as Tony desperately tried to pin the immovable super soldier with both hands. At one point, he was basically dangling off his arm while Steve cackled. Positive that Tony was only seconds away from summoning his armor, you decided now was a good time to slip away towards the empty kitchen and get a drink. After grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, you turned to see that you were no longer alone.

“What was that about, Y/N?”

“What are you talking about, Bucky?” you answered his question with one of your own.

“You know what I’m talking about.” He nodded towards the other room. “What just happened back there?”

You shrugged, drinking almost the entire bottle while avoiding eye contact. "What about it? It was a game. Don't be such a sore loser."

"It was more than that, Y/N." He stepped closer as he spoke. "And the dancing earlier.”

He was close enough that you could smell the light yet incredibly intoxicating scent of his cologne. It mixed beautifully with his own indescribably scent and you silently cursed him. Since when did he smell so good?

"It was a tactic, Bucky,” you explained. “I was just trying to throw you off by doing something stupid. And it worked didn't it? I won fair and square. And the dance was just a dance, I was messing around. It was nothing."

You moved to walk away, but he reached out for your arm turning you to face him. "I don't buy it, Y/N. Sounds like your trying to convince yourself rather than admit the truth. I know it wasn't nothing."

Now you were getting frustrated. Why did he have to keep on pressing the matter instead of letting it go like he usually did? Why now?

“Oh really? What was it then?” you seethed. “You seem to know better than me, so tell me. Why? Because you're Bucky Barnes and no woman can resist you? Bullshit.”

“No, because I have proof,” he stated, still holding onto your arm and his face serious.

Biting back a scoff, you looked up at him expectantly. “What proof?”

He took a cautious step towards you and when you didn't pull back, he moved in a little closer. Metal fingers barely grazed your skin as he trailed them up your arm. With every inch they climbed, your body reacted to his tentative touch. The slow drag of his knuckles along your collar bone up to your jawline, a trail of goosebumps followed. He leaned forward, nudging your nose with his and feeling the warmth of his breath against your lips. Lips that you just learned were softer than you could have imagined. You were struggling to keep your eyes open when he finally pulled back. His long warm fingers still wrapped around your wrist, lifting it to rest on his chest while his metal hand moved to your hip.

“Your pulse beats faster whenever I’m close to you,” he whispered. “Your pupils dilate and your body temperature rises.” He looked into your eyes and cupped your cheek. “I know because you have the same symptoms as me and I have feelings for you, Y/N.”

There was no trace of smug ego or cocky bravado in the way he looked at you with those unreasonably blue eyes. His smile was so warm and genuine you could practically feel your walls crumbling apart. This was all new territory and you didn't know how to deal with it. You couldn't admit it to yourself, let alone Bucky, that you started to develop feelings for him. You spent your life in the company of heartless criminals, training and killing for faceless men. None of this allowed room for a chance at romance and you were fine with that!

You were fine with that.

Standing here with Bucky now, your bodies close and your mind and heart racing, you didn't know what to think anymore. But you were too damn stubborn for your own good.

“No,” you choked. “Enough. It was nothing.” Your hands curled into fists on his chest. “Dammit, just stop it, Bucky.” You pushed him away and ran out of the room, leaving him to stare at your retreating form once again.

So damn stubborn.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After that night a few weeks ago, you and Bucky hardly saw each other. Both choosing to deal with the others absence as though you were dealing with a loss. For the first couple weeks, you were upset and hurt, with yourselves and with each other. Wishing for things to go back to the way they were before either of you realized your feelings were changing. That obviously wasn’t going to happen with two such hardheaded people. Sadness shifted into denial which eventually led to anger and frustration, your current and most volatile stage. However, you were both professionals and whatever was happening between you was not about to come in the way of work. Or so you thought.

While out on a mission, you and Bucky were ordered to distract a number of hostiles away from the others so they could slip into the target building unnoticed. Despite finding yourself a little outnumbered at one point everything was going according to plan. That was until Bucky came barreling out of nowhere redirecting all enemy fire away from you and onto himself. You both managed to get away relatively unscathed, but he ended taking a bullet to his side because of his own stupidity.

Back at the compound and standing outside the medbay, you watched as they extracted the bullet and stitched him up. When they were all done he got up and headed towards the exit where you were waiting, silently fuming.

“What the hell were you thinking, Bucky?” you screamed as he came out the doors and started walking away.

“I was thinking I was doing my damn job, Y/N.” He knew you were pissed off when you didn’t say anything the entire flight back, instead choosing to sit in the corner of the jet while Steve hovered over him like a worried parent.

He continued to try and get away from you, navigating the hallways and heading towards the compound's living space as you shouted at his back. “Your job is not to get yourself killed by doing something stupid like that!”

He stopped and turned to face you. His expression was so intense, almost threatening, and instantly halting you in your tracks. “Making sure you don’t get hurt or killed isn’t stupid to me, Y/N!” Bucky yelled, his voice echoing through the empty corridor.

You stood completely still as you stared blankly up at him. He sighed exasperatedly. “Y'know when someone takes a bullet for you, the polite thing to do is say thank you or something. Not bitch at ‘em for saving your life because you’re too damn arrogant to admit you needed help.”

You folded your arms over your chest, instantly offended. “I had the situation under control, Bucky. I am not your responsibility and you are not mine. Pull a stunt like that again and I’ll shoot you myself.”

He dragged his fingers through his hair and growled furiously. “You're so fucking stubborn!”

“So are you, asshole!” you barked back.

You were so worked up that you started shoving and hitting him. He stood there and took each hit without complaint, letting you work through your emotions. Though your words and actions said one thing, anytime you touched him you made sure to avoid the areas you knew were wounded. Truth was, it scared the shit out of you when you saw him get hit and fall to the ground. The sight of him clutching his side as blood seeped through his fingers was an image you never wanted to see again.

Once you had calmed down enough you wanted to run, but Bucky grabbed you and pinned your back to the wall with a thud. He went to cage you in with his arms, but you were quick and took him by the collar of his uniform, spinning your bodies until his back was against the wall. Any frustration he still felt resolved into amusement as your grip on his uniform loosened, but your hands remained on his chest.

“You’re mad cause you were scared that I got hurt. That’s it, isn’t it?” he asked, moving his hands to rest on your hips.

“No,” you replied a little too quickly and not at all convincing. He laughed. “Aw, you were worried about me, huh doll?”

“Shut up, Bucky,” you whined.

“Guess you kinda like me more than you let on. Don’t deny it, you think I’m cute.” He batted his long eyelashes and smiled that toothy grin. Out of all the people to fall for, it just had to be a man that was just as capable of irritating you to no end as he was to leave you weak at the knees.

You shook your head and let out a tired laugh. “You’re such a child.”

His shit-eating grin could not be contained as he said, “You still love me though.”

You finally looked at him, seeing the same sincerity and affection in his eyes that you knew matched your own. “Yeah well, so what if I do.”

His hand came up to caress your blushing cheek and you instinctively leaned into his touch. “Finally,” he whispered before pressing your lips together. You both sighed happily as you felt the soft plump flesh again. If kisses like this were what you had to look forward to then it was definitely a feeling you could get used to.

“For the record, I love you too,” he murmured against your lips when you pulled back a little to breathe.

“Of course you do. I’m amazing,” you said, suppressing a giggle as he shook his head affectionately.

“I know you’re expecting me to come back with some witty or cocky comment, but I’m just gonna agree and keep kissing you instead. Sound good?” His thumb swiped across your bottom lip, tugging it down slightly before letting it fall back in place.

You squinted your eyes and pretended to think about it for a moment before Bucky pinched your sides. He jutted out his jaw seductively and licked his lips when you squealed.

“Sounds good, Barnes.”

<< part one :: part two (end)

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seventhstar · 6 years

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spy zine promo, part 1

anyways i’ve had this fucking burn notice au lying about half-written for eighty years, so here, enjoy. this a promo fic for @yoispyzine. we are on sale now here!

update: part two here

“My name is Katsuki Yuuri. I used to be a spy, until…”

When you’re burned, Yuuri thinks, you have nothing. No cash, no credit, no job history. You’re stuck in whatever city they decide to dump you in. You’re stuck living wherever you can find an unscrupulous landlord who’ll rent you a place without a lease or a background check.

Even if that means living directly over a swinger’s club.

Yuuri has slept in the desert during artillery fire. Yuuri has slept on a college campus during dubstep night. Yuuri has even slept through Minako snoring. But nothing could have prepared him for Viktor Nikiforov’s string of passive aggressive one night stands, all of which seem to end with him and his hapless victim rutting against Yuuri’s front door.

Once might have been an accident; twice might have been coincidence. Seven times is a pattern. A petty, awful, sexy pattern. He’s not even sure what Viktor’s endgame is--if he’s being punished because Viktor is still mad about Yuuri breaking up with him by fleeing the country, or if this is Viktor’s way of seducing him. Both of those are terrible options, because it’s not like Yuuri has gotten over Viktor, and it’s definitely not like he’s not spending his nights hard and aching and longing with the knowledge that Viktor is only ten feet away.

Either way. It has to stop. And not just because Viktor sounds like he’s enjoying himself thoroughly every evening, and Yuuri knows that if he was weak enough to open his front door and interrupt, Viktor would let Yuuri have him. Even a saint’s self control would be tested by Viktor shamelessly begging to be fucked ten feet from Yuuri’s bed.

“Tell me you found something.”

Phichit sighs. Chris sighs even louder. They probably practiced this instead of doing any work. Yuuri counts five empty beer bottles on the kitchen counter, and notes the open Photoshop window on Phichit’s laptop. He’s been sitting outside a noodle shop for six hours, waiting for his old handler to pass by, and so far has had no luck. Eventually, Celestino will have to come by the only place in Hasetsu where decent Italian food is sold. But that still leaves Yuuri unsuccessful, tired, sweaty, out of cold beer, and trapped in a loft apartment situated over an illegal sex club.

An illegal sex club his so-called friends refuse to help him put out of business.

“You know, Yuuri, just because you aren’t getting laid doesn’t mean you have to be bitter,” Chris says. He waggles his eyebrows. “It’s really a nice club. Very comfortable.”

“No,” Yuuri says. He cannot imagine being comfortable anywhere where people are having sex, in pubic, repeatedly. The whole place is probably like a public locker room, but with more semen. It probably smells like sweaty ass. It’s probably profoundly unsexy, like used toilet paper, or puppies, or Yuuri when he’s not pretending to be someone else.

“Just fuck him already,” Phichit says.

Yuuri hates it when he does that. Is he secretly a mind-reader? Can’t he let Yuuri repress in peace?

“I told you. He’s tactical support.”

“Is ‘tactical support’ Japanese for ‘guy I wanna bang’?”

“Phichit!”

“What?”

“Are you going to help me get rid of the club?”

“Who’s getting rid of the club?” Viktor asks. Yuuri turns; he didn’t even hear Viktor come in. “And why?”

Viktor sidles up behind him; his fingers brush across the back of Yuuri’s shoulder. Yuuri doesn’t shiver, but it’s a near thing. He waits for Viktor to move away, but he doesn’t. His breath is hot against Yuuri’s ear.

“Yuuri,” he says.

“Viktor.”

“I brought you breakfast.”

“It’s two pm.”

“There are hash browns.”

Yuuri glares at the floor. Viktor knows he’s weak for fried potatoes. He accepts the bag Viktor is proffering and opens it. The hash browns smell amazing, and they’re still warm.

“I thought Carlito’s didn’t serve breakfast after eleven,” Chris says.

“Oh, Raul made an exception for me.”

“Is he the one you’re fucking?”

Viktor hums in thought. “…yes?”

“Anyways,” Yuuri says. He shoves a hash brown in his mouth — it’s fluffy inside, crispy outside, dusted with salt — and groans with pleasure. He is supposed to be on a diet. First Viktor ruined sex and now he’s ruining food, too. “There’s no way this club isn’t committing a crime.”

“…about that,” Chris says. He sounds entirely innocent.

Yuuri is suspicious as hell. “What?”

“If you really want to investigate the club, I have an in,” he says. “But you have to promise you’ll take the job.”

“Is this about your bootleg sex toys?”

“They’re not my bootlegs! And it’s a legitimate public health issue!”

“It’ll get me into the club?”

“It’ll let you find out everything you could possibly want to know.”

Yuuri squints at Chris, who grins. Phichit grins, too. Yuuri can’t see Viktor, but he’s probably smiling, too.

Yuuri is so fucked.

“Fine.”

“…you own the club downstairs.”

“That’s right. I’m Shanice.”

“And you want me to help you keep the place open.”

“Look, I’m trying to create a safe space for people to explore their desires without being shamed. I started this place after I moved here with my husband and he then ran off in the middle of the night with all the money. It’s all I have. Hideki and his crew want to turn this place into one of their brothels. Which would you rather live above?”

Yuuri stares at her. If he lived above a brothel, Viktor couldn’t get laid there. On the other hand, Hideki is a human trafficking piece of shit. If Yuuri was a better person, this would be no choice at all.

As it is, he can’t stop himself from regretting having moral standards, just for a moment.

“I’ll see what I can do,” he says. “On one condition.”

“I can’t believe you had me banned,” Viktor says. He’s sitting in Yuuri’s favorite chair, bare feet propped up on the coffee table, ankles crossed. He’s wearing jeans and a plain tshirt, and glittery highlighter. The highlighter is tacky. He looks deeply irritated.

Yuuri keeps looking at him, torn: one hand, this is hilarious, and on the other hand, Viktor has a point, Yuuri is being petty as hell. Whatever. Viktor should have expected this. He knows how much Yuuri loves sleep.

“You deserve it.”

“You realize I can get laid elsewhere?”

“I don’t care about you getting laid, I want to sleep for eight hours uninterrupted.”

“You once slept through a volcano erupting.”

“The volcano was in another state and I was drugged.” Yuuri sighs. “Never mind. The job.”

“Mm.” Viktor picks up one of the files sitting on the desk. Phichit and Chris came by earlier with the results of their recon, and now they’re off dealing with one of Phichit’s internet people’s minor blackmail problem. They’d promised to be back in the evening to get the details ironed out.

Which leaves Yuuri with Viktor to figure out the approach. Hideki and his goons generally come by once a week to do their ‘give us your club or we’ll ruin your business’ song and dance, but Hideki himself comes by even more often to enjoy the club’s services. According to Shanice, he’s driving off customers with his bad manners and the way he treats his subs.

“Some of these subs are are probably bodyguards in disguise,” Viktor muses. “He never comes with one?”

“Shanice says he always has a naked woman on a leash with him. And he rents the back room for business meetings, and he provides them with subs, and sometimes they mysteriously wash up on the beach with stab wounds in the groin.”

“A two man job, then. You need someone to play sub for you.”

“I guess.”

“Unless you want to be stabbed in the dick.”

“You in?” Yuuri asks.

Viktor snorts.

“Okay, I’ll just ask Chri—”

“Fine, I’ll do it.” Viktor leans back in his chair, ankles crossed, and taps his lip with his index finger, the way he does when he’s thinking. “Just like old times,” he murmurs, smiling to himself, and Yuuri shivers. That’s the whole problem, he thinks, but he nods.

Taking his ex-boyfriend, who used to actually let Yuuri sexually dominate him, on this mission is a terrible, terrible idea. Either Phichit or Chris would be safer options. Yuuri shouldn’t.

Viktor traces the floor plan of the club, and says, “Tonight?”

“We can plant the bug, yeah. Phichit and Chris can put together my cover.”

“And mine?”

“If anyone asks you anything, play dumb.”

“Tch.” Viktor rolls his eyes, but Yuuri ignores him. Viktor is exceptional at playing dumb. Despite being almost six feet and made mostly of muscle, he always manages to give the impression that he’s soft, harmless, and stupid. Even though he destroyed Yuuri completely within the first minute of their first meeting.

“I’ll meet you here at nine,” Yuuri says. He gets up. “Wait, are you just doing this to get unbanned from the club?”

“You’ve caught me,” Viktor says, laughing, and he’s still chuckling behind his hand as Yuuri slips out of the apartment, the door closing behind him.

Yuuri picks up his dry cleaning so he’ll have clothes for the club tonight, buys some ugly sunglasses as part of his disguise because he doesn’t want his good Armani ones associated with this shitty cover, and scouts out the workplace of a potential government contact for his burn notice for three hours. Then, before he can think better of it, he stops at a pet store and buys a plain black collar and a leash.

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anxiety-trademark · 3 years

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The week in review:

Raw 11/16 NXT 11/18 NXT UK 11/19 Smackdown 11/20 Survivor Series 11/22

Raw:

Appreciate Lana providing logic to the creation of this match.

“Is this a Disney movie” lmao.

Honestly Shayna works better as a henchman than as a final boss.

Love Lana’s theme btw.

rip Mandy.

Ugly kick by Asuka. Not a compliment.

hahaha Lana tagged herself into the match while Shayna had Asuka in the clutch. hahahahah.

“You suck, get out” rofl.

Asuka you’re trash for not saving Lana. Truly.

“I’m actually really proud of you, you showed a lot of courage tonight.” Nia is funny. A bitch and a bully, sure, but funny.

There’s number 9. rip.

First of all, Dana’s shaky interview was going really well, and I wish they had let her finish it cuz god knows she needs the practice.

Second, WHY IS MIA YIM ATTACKING DANA OF ALL PEOPLE?

I’m not sorry, I shamelessly love Bray and Alexa together, goodbye.

“Your word is... jackass” lmaooo why is he even doing a spelling bee to prep for this match.

rip Rambling Rabbit for the 38th time.

What makes him being killed so damn demented is not only the way he exhibits agony and suffering as he dies, but the way they STAND BY LAUGHING UNCONTROLLABLY. This is the definition of sociopathy.

“Bullseye!” “More like... Rabbit’s heart!” *continues laughing hysterically* jfc.

Really love how Alexa puts her hand beneath her chin and then waves. That goes along with her characteristics developed since the fairy gimmick in nxt back in 2014/2015, to the cosplaying mean girl in 2016/2017/2018, to the babyface in 2019/2020. Also adds another layer with her gloves. Love that.

Nikki’s wandering around looking for Alexa, when clearly she should be looking for the Firefly Funhouse. I suggest asking Seth or Randy.

“Friends never give up on each other,” they also don’t give each other ultimatums cuz that’s toxic af, but okay.

She keeps running her mouth about Fiend and I can already see Alexa demolishing her for it.

LOVE the cohesion in going from one segment to the other as Sarah runs around looking for an interview. Fitting since that’s obviously her job, but it went together smoothly. They really come off as tmz lol.

I appreciate how Miz doesn’t want to fuck with Bray cuz he knows Bray will just torment his family lol. I also appreciate his reasoning because he’s a true opportunist. he doesn’t want to exhaust himself with this match cuz he might cash in later.

Love Alexa’s remixed theme, it’s jarring af. Walking red flag btw.

Oh nooo Nikki what are you doinggg.

I’m not a fan of how Nikki sold this interaction. Didn’t feel natural at all.

OH SHIT the sound of that slap, oof.

Oh my god I love how Bray came out and glared at Nikki. FANTASTIC. Absolute gold. Then he just smiles at Alexa as she takes his arm to escort him to the ring.

And the way the camera focuses back on Miz and Morrison... Miz’s face... I can’t, this is tremendous tbh. What a great story to run throughout this week’s Raw.

lmfao the way Alexa stuck her head between the ropes to scare Morrison. Ugh this pairing is easily my favorite thing in wwe rn.

Interesting, so Bray protects her. A fair duo.

I will never not cringe at watching people pretend to break someone’s neck by twisting it to the side. If I was a wrestler, that’s a move I would NEVER allow to be done to me.

On the plus side, Alexa took out Morrison and he sold it really fucking well. On the negative, it seems that distracted Bray as he’s more concerned for her well being now.

Oh my god the way Alexa reappears from behind the barricade. Creepy as shit.

Love watching her “balance” on the barricade considering she was one hell of a gymnast in her day.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m all for watching Lacey progress in the ring, cuz I think her character work is just fantastic, but holy shit what a downgrade going from Mandy and Dana to Lacey and Peyton.

Why is she excited? Why is it exciting to fight Sasha? Maybe Asuka should’ve taken that match a bit more seriously, considering the outcome. But I’m jumping ahead of myself.

“No one is ready for Asuka,” except for Charlotte, Becky, Shayna, Alexa, Sasha...

I do appreciate how Lacey isn’t scared of anyone while Peyton is wary of literally everyone. That’s good. Nia has a point though, y’all could’ve used Mandy. I guess it doesn’t matter though, considering the outcome. Jumping ahead of myself again.

“Worst idea since Quibi” lmao shots fired.

*Bonus* Peyton/Lacey online exclusive: they vibe real well off script. Peyton made points saying she can’t wait to teach Lacey how to be on a team. That’s valid cuz Lacey is NOT much of a team player. Points to Lacey though, she’s funny as hell.

Highlight: Alexa Bliss

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NXT:

Awesome hearing War Pigs during that Shotzi promo. Is that the official theme song for War Games? If so, baller to wwe for shelling that cash out.

I’m guessing Shotzi was fixing her tank? Was that the premise? Regardless, the setting was different and interesting.

I really like the fencing around nxt’s ringside. Fits with the grungy “indie” feel.

God I’m gonna have to watch Candice defeat Kayden and Kacy aren’t I?

Indi bought the Garganos a flat screen tv? :/ mk. What does she have to gain? Johnny was an AWFUL champion and Candice has never even held gold. What is she hoping to accomplish?

“Indi is gaining one of the best mentors in the nxt locker room” lmao WHAT.

omg Kacy and Kayden are so fucking entertaining, I feel like I say this every time I watch them. All tag teams need to TAKE. NOTES. Look at that cohesion and teamwork. Whew.

Hold on don’t try to retcon Tegan as leaving Candice’s side. I hate Tegan even more than I hate Candice, and she was a shite friend to Dakota by proxy of being a spineless dweeb, but do not try to paint Candice as the victim in her feud with Tegan.

I know nothing about the Dakota/Candice friendship but I’d go ahead and blame Dakota since she’s hella douchey lmao.

Imagine thinking Indi is an upgrade from Dakota. Commentary is super funny and distracting tonight lmao.

Was that not a flatliner? Sure looked like an intended flatliner.

So Kacy attempts to kill herself in the process of taking out Indi and none of the cameras caught it? :/ we still using interns looking for college credits in production? Is that what’s happening??

Vic is kind of an awful commentator in his actual calls. “Nice suplex, almost a brainbuster” better hope that was a brainbuster cuz if not, that was the saddest fucking suplex I’ve ever seen in my life.

So Kacy almost kills herself using offense against Indi and Indi was coherent first? Ugh anyway.

Why do we have to listen to Ember speak every week? What a terrible idea.

So now she’s gonna be nxt’s savior by getting rid of Dakota and Raquel? Oh for fuck’s sake.

Why does she have fucking soda tabs on her gear still.

Why is she teaming with Toni. I THOUGHT THEY WERE HEELS. Seriously, am I the dumb one? Am I the one who needs their hand held? Has Ember not been acting like a heel since she returned? Am I the only one confused about Toni’s alignment??

“We’ve fallen victim to the numbers game” WHEN have you fallen victim to the numbers game, Toni? WHO WROTE THIS.

I know nxt wants me to give a shit about Ember and Toni, but good luck making me care about anyone down there more than Dakota or Rhea.

I would really appreciate it if Dakota was moved up to the MR without actually showing any dissention from Raquel.

Dakota calls a lot of matches, I’ve noticed. Pro shit.

Toni’s German suplexes are amazing if she’s actually never hurt anyone, cuz MAN they look gnarly af.

Gorgeous tornado ddt by Ember. Nice speed, great handling by Raquel.

Don’t Dakota and Toni have quite the history? From UK?

Today in wrestling commentary: Vic cannot tell the difference between left and right.

Whoa I just noticed Dakota isn’t wearing her knee brace. That’s kind of monumental, right? Isn’t that a big deal? I feel like that’s a big deal.

Honestly I might like Toni more than Ember. She comes off as a lot more likable since her move to nxt.

Oh Christ I gotta see Candice again.

Hi why isn’t this main eventing? Do Rhea fucking Ripley and Io fucking Shirai not deserve it?? For real???

Hate it when refs hold the title up crooked. Noob.

Holy shit Io’s speed is TOP. TIER. Whew.

And then slips on the turnbuckle, sad. Could’ve been worse, could’ve been a Shotzi wipeout (and that’s what I’m gonna call it from now on)

What Io has in speed, Rhea has in strength, these are the facts.

Why did Vic cut Beth off by saying exactly what she was in the middle of saying? Vic’s losing a lot of points tonight tbh.

oof gnarly German suplex off the second rope by Io.

Oh my, Rhea’s ear is covered in blood. Must have punctured her ear with an earring. Rough. I say this as someone who has her fair share of piercings: it BOGGLES MY MIND why any of these women wrestle with their piercings in lmao. No ma’am.

Brutal match, whew.

Rhea wiped her own blood on her face.

There are some aprons spots with Rhea obviously waiting around that needed some work.

Rhea can sell, certainly, but her screaming is way too dramatic at times. Most notably at wm in the empty arena, but this match is a close second. Almost borders on annoying.

Niiice Rhea adding a nice vortex spin on the tail end of her cloverleaf submission. Points. Keep that.

Oh that Riptide attempt countered into an armbar by Io. BEAUTIFUL.

I liked that. Io goes for the 619 in the middle rope, Rhea ducks. Io goes for the 619 on the lower rope, Rhea dodges. Io strikes her a couple times, Rhea falls to the opposite side of the ring and Io proceeds to hit the 619. Good stuff.

Lol Io’s smiling at Rhea kicking out of the missile dropkick.

Nice flip off of Rhea’s clothesline but I’m not a fan of Io landing her moonsault on her feet. That’s not really her M.O.

Fucking spiked Rhea with a ddt by countering the Riptide again. That’s a solid champion, has her opponent completely scouted.

Beautiful sunset flip powerbomb through the ropes with Rhea landing through a table. Would’ve been cool if Rhea had let go right away, though.

In kf, I give points to Rhea for dragging herself from the rubble just to eat a clean pin. Great match.

Highlight: Io vs Rhea

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NXT UK:

Wow robbing me of KLR’s entrance. Guess Piper is officially the heel.

Quit calling her a “new” Piper Niven. A slight aggression is hardly “new”

BE CAREFUL WITH KLR’S SNAZZY COAT.

Y’all got tape out? Have we learned nothing from Bayley/Sasha hiac?

CHUCKED A FUCKING RING BELL INTO PIPER’S HEAD LMAO

Ugh headbutt that takes everyone out. Tsk.

Ric who? Charlotte’s dad??

Who do I gotta pay to see KLR vs Becky Lynch in an extreme match?!

KLR rolls away after that fisherman buster on the outside. Smart points.

Alright listen I’m on KLR’s side but WHY IS JINNY OUT HERE

Lol smacked Piper with a ‘no entry’ sign. Haha.

And Piper broke a sign over KLR’s head, followed by puns from the commentators.

rip random guitar.

Match doesn’t have any creative spots really, but they sure know how to utilize random objects.

BRO YOU CAN’T TAKE A STEEL PIPE TO HER KNEE ON CONCRETE, THAT’S HELLA RUDE. KLR lit a fire under Piper’s ass and Piper’s trying to retire her as thanks. Super, super rude.

Fuck her up fam, I don’t even feel bad.

??? Did KLR even land through the table or did she just land straight onto the fucking concrete? Jesus Christ man. No, she didn’t, she slid into the second table and just ate the floor. Oh my god. IS SHE OKAY??

Highlight: That vicious ending gained KLR a lot of respect in my eyes

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Smackdown:

Imagine being surprised that Adam chose the longest reigning SD women’s champion as his team captain. Granted she’s probably despised by everyone, but she’s got the pedigree, come on now.

Look how good Bayley looks. Whew.

“You know what time it is? Bayley time.” she’s so annoying rofl.

Wow riveting stuff, I have zero comments about this 2 min match tbh.

Go stand in the ring with your damn captain, Bianca.

Lmao Bayley allergic to hugs now. Character progression.

It’s quite the team I’m ngl. I just wish we could’ve wrapped up this Sasha/Bayley shit like... months ago so we could enjoy captain Bayley for a bit longer. Gonna burn through this in one damn episode. It’s a bummer.

*Bonus* Nattie’s online exclusive: “I sailed through some rough waters [...] I’m smart, I’m sexy, I’m funny, I’m rich” She is funny, I will give her that.

We’re getting Asuka/Sasha face to face? For real? Okay.

Cute, Sasha’s smile toward Asuka actually looked genuine. I miss when Sasha seemed genuine. It’s like Bayley killed that part of her.

“Michael are you forgetting what time it is?” BAYLEY TI-- “It is boss time, baby!” welp my mistake.

I’ve played Asuka’s dialogue to Sasha 3x and I still have no idea what she was saying because of her ridiculous fucking dancing and animation. I’m tired. Bayley come take her title.

Omg now she’s doing “you can’t see me” SHE ACCOMPLISHES NOTHING I absolutely despise her being champion.

Actually she is ready for Asuka, and I’m gonna take great joy in watching her win this Sunday. Sasha is hella unlikeable until the moment that bell rings, then she’s a god. Is what it is.

Booo Sasha was actually doing good on the mic, how dare you ruin that, Carmella.

Asuka is awful. Even Becky and Ronda fought off common enemies once upon a time. Asuka helps legit N O B O D Y. Awful champion.

Highlight: Captain Bayley

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Survivor Series:

Love Sasha’s gear.

Asuka kicked out at one, quick everyone cry about her selling. Oh wait she’s not Charlotte, my bad.

Beautiful attempt at an armbar by Sasha, whew.

Sasha is so good at this whole wrestling thing lol.

Nice pop up from that backstabber.

Right and in contrast, Asuka is an amazing striker.

Oh a codebreaker to Sasha as she dangles from the second rope. Gorgeous move.

Ahhhh the blue haired god got the job done. I knew she’d win but it’s so gratifying to see.

Not much to say about the match. The spots weren’t brutal or super creative/innovative, but it had GREAT back and forth and really showcased their chemistry in technical wrestling. Also might very well have been the best match they’ve had yet, seemed pretty short though. Still, an enjoyable watch. Good for Sasha.

Lol the disdain in Nia’s face as she looks at Lana.

Look, Bayley’s arm band says ‘captain’ so she’s the captain.

Love seeing how creative people get with their gear at Survivor Series, as opposed to just throwing a damn brand shirt on. Looking at you, 2016.

One thing I’ve learned about Bayley is if she calls you sister, she genuinely likes you behind the scenes. So glad to see Lacey is in her good graces.

Omg Lacey learned how to do a kip up, everybody clap.

Love how the light shines off of Nattie’s gear. Got rainbows popping.

Squatting while stalling a suplex, and synchronized kip ups. Bianca and Nattie are fun.

“Bayley and the great Becky Lynch,” Oh shit, peep that RESPECT we’re putting on her name now? She gets ‘the great’?? wwe finally seeing her on the same level as ‘the great’ Charlotte Flair??? I am shook. Good for her, fucking deserved (also poor Bayley rofl)

Lana tags herself in again lmao. Nia 5 seconds from killing her. Look, Lana tries. Let her try.

I can’t breathe. she been put in timeout.

(referring to a move by Peyton) “I give that a perfect 10“ PPPFFFFTTTT

What a bump by Bayley; a suplex off the top rope onto the entire roster on the outside, and what a great locker room leader to be checking on everyone IMMEDIATELY as if she didn’t just fucking take a massive bump. Also poor Lana standing over there watching the fun lol.

Now I already knew Peyton pinned Bayley cuz of the outrage by Bayley fans who deemed her “buried” afterward, but I think it was a poor decision to have Peyton get that pin. Peyton sucks, not sorry. Have Lacey get that pin before Peyton. Actually, have Lana get that pin before Peyton.

Not sure what Nattie was going for with that submission to Peyton, but she improvised real quick. So points.

Doesn’t Nattie usually wear wrist guards? Awkward seeing her without them.

Goes for a sharpshooter on a woman who’s not even active rn. I’m removing her points lmao.

I legit never get to see Bianca’s 450 splash and you know what? Fuck y’all.

Well Bianca’s a great partner to do a Spanish Fly with so, good on Lacey.

That’s an interesting elimination. Ruby would’ve pinned Shayna as she had rolled back and reversed the Clutch, but the ref was distracted by Nia. By the time he started counting, Ruby had passed out. Interesting.

Crucifix Bomb by Liv eliminates Lacey, fucking dope.

Having Bianca as the last survivor on her team is great for Bianca. This is a compliment from management.

BEAUTIFUL catch by Shayna into the Clutch. Wow that was nice.

Ah we redoing the spot from their Takeover match, IE my introduction to Bianca. Solid.

Oh this is good. Bianca passed out from the Clutch while on the ropes so Shayna was disqualified. Nia drug Bianca out of the ring to put her through the announce table and they started brawling until they were both counted out.

Again, I knew Lana was the sole survivor but seeing it happen is fucking hilarious. Nice protection for Bianca though, and seeing Nia this pissed off is so cathartic.

Highlight: Bianca was the real standout imo

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*Survivor Series shined the brightest as we had both a great technical match, and a fun, entertaining multiwoman match filled with shenanigans. If that’s a cop out, then I’ll give it to NXT this week.

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